While Chen Sansheng was feeling emotional, He Xiaowei on Weibo had already posted:
"Let me just say it, I'll just say it! Songda's substitute is too weak, what should I use to fight against the capital? Horses make mistakes, people make mistakes, and occasionally I make a few wrong predictions, and you all chase after me and shout poisonous milk. Believe me, it's actually very reliable, right?"
"Occasionally..." In the front row, someone "smiles through tears".
Below him, there are a series of similar messages:
"It's over, after smoking this cigarette, I will go to the rooftop..."
"Go together!"
"Wait for me, I'm not lonely if I have a companion on the road!"
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"Jianghu Baixiaosheng", who had been silent for a while, also updated Weibo at this time:
"Everyone has good and bad times, and warriors are no exception. Ren Li did have some problems with her performance today, but the final result will not change."
The implication is that Ren Li, who is not in a good state in the tie, does not mean that Lou Cheng can be tied with the opponent.
As for whether Ren Li's state is good or bad, that's something to say, who wouldn't be picky
If someone is serious, you can use the final result to fight back!
For the time being, no one on this Weibo called him shameless, because Yan Xiaoling and others were nervously worrying about the fourth and final game in the fan forum.
"555, are you really going to lose?" "Huanfan" said, "huddled in a corner and drew a circle".
"I, I, I, I don't know..." "Long night is coming", "Tears streaming down my face", "I want to make a wish! If I can win the imperial capital today, I will insist on getting up early for a month!"
"Hey, did you skip class in the morning?" "Dragon King Unrivaled" asked in surprise.
Yan Xiaoling said with the expression of "tiredness in the smile": "We choose the courses independently, thank you! Except for the martial arts class, the first big class in the morning has been transferred to the afternoon or evening by me! However, this is not the point! The point is You have to make a wish with me, and pray that you can win the imperial capital!"
"Why bother? It's normal to lose to the imperial capital. It's common sense to win and lose in similar situations." "Road to the Ring" interjected.
As a martial artist who practiced "Whistling Eight Forms", he always thought of himself as a half-disciple outside the Kongtong Academy. When watching today's match, it was self-evident which side he supported.
"No! I don't remember who said a word to me, that is, if a warrior is calm about failure and doesn't feel pain, then he has become numb to winning and losing, and no longer has a heart that wants to be strong." "Huan Fan" knocked Muyu said, "As a fan, as a supporter, you have to do the same. If you don't feel sad for them losing the game, it means you don't love them enough!"
"Papa clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!" Yan Xiaoling was always at a loss for words at times like this, "Come quickly and line up to make wishes one by one!"
"If Songda can win tonight, I'll go to the bathroom and run around streaking twice!" said, "All good names are eaten by dogs."
"Bull Demon King" joked: "If I can win the Song University tonight, I will abstain from sex for a week!"
"I quit barbecue for half a month!" "Dragon King of Unrivaled World" joined in the fun.
Seeing that everyone was making wishes enthusiastically, Yan Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief, and @“a lot of little high”:
"Box box, no, the cat reporter in front, are you nervous? Is there any inside story to be revealed?"
"A lot of little highs" didn't reply her in time, because the atmosphere in the seats of the Songda Martial Arts Club was so solemn that everyone forgot to play with their mobile phones.
Lou Cheng stood up following Yan Zheke, deliberately smiled and said:
"What kind of cheering do you need? Just say, I can do it, even if it's dancing Hawaiian rock and roll hula!"
He tried to use this gag to help his girlfriend relieve tension and reduce stress.
Yan Zheke laughed nasally, took a breath, and encouraged herself to relieve herself:
"If I win, you have to massage me until I fall asleep tonight, no hands or feet, no advantage!"
"Okay, no problem, come on! Seize the opportunity, there is hope to win!" Lou Cheng replied without hesitation, reached out his hand to touch the girl, and shook it quietly.
"En!" Yan Zheke nodded vigorously.
She didn't waste any more time, and instead of high-fiving Li Mao, Cai Zongming and others one by one, she turned sideways and waved her fist at them.
Stepping forward, Yan Zheke walked towards the stone steps facing the returning Lin Que.
...
At the seat of the Martial Arts Club of Imperial Capital Academy, Chen Diguo exhaled like a bellows, and sighed:
"It's not easy!"
If Xiaochan hadn't developed the strength of the plague department, she might have lost to Lin Que just now, and her best year of college martial arts career would end in regret.
so far so good!
"Kongchan can't be careless..." Shen You, standing next to Chen Diguo with his hands folded, stood in front of the position, and murmured to himself a little worriedly.
"Xiao Chan has always been very cautious." Ren Li drank the canned "Jiu'an Soup" that recuperated the internal organs, her beautiful eyes focused on the ring.
Hearing this, Chen Diguo nodded in agreement: "Yes, although Xiaochan usually likes to be cute, and occasionally looks dumb, but she is very serious and calm in her work. As long as she is not careless, she has a good chance of winning Job Nine."
"Well, you said Xiaochan was dumb." Ren Li remembered the important point, her eyes did not shift, she still looked straight ahead.
Seeing Yan Zheke quickly climbed onto the ring, the main force and substitutes of the Martial Arts Club of Imperial College suddenly fell silent, as if they lost the ability to speak at once.
This game will decide who stays and who goes, who laughs and who cries!
...
In the stands, the audience was mixed with joy, sorrow, and emotion. The cheers and cheers weakened a lot. Ding Yixin, a "Double Material" fan, was so nervous that he didn't dare to watch the ring again. He shrank his body next to Qiu Hailin and buried his mind in her on the shoulders.
"As for it?" Qiu Hailin asked amusedly.
When she was talking, her heart was beating wildly, and she couldn't tell whether she was nervous about her alma mater or her classmates.
"As for! When I think about it, I think that the loser has no choice but to bid farewell to this place. I am full of regrets. No matter how much effort, sweat, and youth I have put in before, I feel sad and nervous. Too, this is too cruel, too cruel." Ding Yixin spoke out.
She is a student of the Chinese Department of Imperial College.
"A young heart..." Du Yiyi said sharply, with a little fear in his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the last sadness.
...
In the live broadcast room, Liu Chang, the host who browsed through the stands and the Martial Arts Club seats on both sides, sighed and said:
"This is the cruelty of the knockout competition. There can only be one winner. The losing team must leave and wait to come back next year, or maybe miss it forever."
"Maybe I will regret it forever." Chen Sansheng echoed emotionally.
Liu Chang still had to weave suspense, and asked proactively:
"Third World, do you think Songda is hopeless?"
"No, there is still hope, but it's not that big. Whether we can grasp it depends on the impromptu performance of both parties." Chen Sansheng thought for a while and said, "To be honest, Jiang Kongchan's consumption is not small. The strength of her body has to be hit to be able to play, and after fighting Lin Que's 'Meteor Explosion', there may still be shock left, if it is Lou Cheng or Lin Que who was before the alchemy state against the current her, the chances of winning will not be small, Just like Wei Shengtian and Zhou Zhengquan when they were exhausted and injured, unfortunately, Yan Zheke is not the same as they were before the alchemy... "
Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, because the director cut the screen to the seats of the Martial Arts Club on both sides, and saw Lou Cheng, Ren Li, Lin Que, Chen Diguo and others standing up respectively, each with their own substitutes. Standing in a row hand in hand, facing the ring, it is not only cheering, but also anticipation, not only to show to the teammates who are playing that no matter win or lose, you will never walk alone, but also to pray to God with concerted efforts.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, more dignified and tense.
"Phew, let's appreciate Songda or Emperor's final performance in this national competition." The host Liu Chang sighed.
At this time, on the ring, Yan Zheke had already stood opposite Jiang Kongchan, lowered her weight, and set her posture.
Jiang Kongchan seized the last time to breathe, her face was slightly pale, and her lips were slightly dark blue. It was obvious that she was under a lot of pressure from the previous hard work and the use of the "Plague Department".
The referee glanced at the girls on both sides, raised his right hand, and shouted over the entire field:
"start!"
Game 4 begins!
The last game of Songda or Imperial Capital begins!
Jiang Kongchan swayed forward, darting towards Yan Zheke, her footwork was light and nimble, and she walked like the wind.
She wants to take the initiative to attack, chasing the opponent with wind steps, and when she finds a gap, she can use "tornado" and other martial arts to complete the suppression, creating an opportunity for the enemy to take her "weak strength" hard, and she can still perform a "returning strength" "Stay in case of accidents.
Yan Zheke didn't just stay where she was, she backed away as lightly as an antelope, and then drew an arc around her, trying to swim away from the fight.
Chasing and dodging, the two figures seemed to be dancing on the ring. Gradually, Jiang Kongchan, who had the upper hand in every aspect, changed direction one after another with his center of gravity like mercury, shortening the distance bit by bit.
Finally, after turning around with a ghostly figure, she locked onto Yan Zheke, bullied her opponent, stretched her right leg muscles, and was about to sweep away.
At this moment, the beautiful girl reflected in her clear eyes raised her hands, forming a very familiar seal!
not good! Jiang Kongchan's pupils contracted rapidly, and a low but pleasant voice was heard in his ears:
"Soldiers!"
Even Lin Que had been taught the "Xing" tactic, so why didn't Yan Zheke practice the nine-character tactic
She not only practiced the "Xing" tactic, but also the "Zhe" tactic and the "Bing" tactic!
Moreover, in order for his girlfriend to master it as soon as possible, Lou Cheng specially asked his master to borrow the original rubbings of the "Bing" and "Zhe" characters, instead of using his own fake imitations!
In order to create the best effect, Yan Zheke, who didn't play very well in the previous game, took the risk to wait until Jiang Kongchan approached before using it. Otherwise, with her will and spirit, if she casts it from a distance, the powerful enemy will recover quickly, and there is no opportunity Chance to attack!
"Soldiers!"
The cold and sharp thought invaded, Jiang Kongchan seemed to be pointed at by a long sword and a steel knife, his heart almost collapsed, and he wanted to yell and beg for mercy.
It's now!
Yan Zheke imagined a shooting star piercing the sky in her mind, her temples suddenly swelled, her right arm swung quickly, and she punched out her fist.
Doubu, "Meteor Power"!
Yes, I can't achieve the alchemy state, but I can do the best in other nines. My brother can practice "Meteor Strength" before the alchemy state, so can I!
All these months, I wasted no time!
Snapped!
A punch burst out, and the wind overflowed.
Jiang Kongchan was sober in response to the stress, raised his arms in a hurry, barely blocked it, and then wanted to "hold back his strength" to defuse all accidents.
boom!
She seemed to be hit head-on by the impact of the bomb, and the remaining shocks in her body were stimulated, her blood was tumbling, her mind was buzzing, and the thought of shrinking was interrupted.
Yan Zheke flicked her left arm, bounced it out, and landed in front of Jiang Kongchan's throat.
The referee opened his mouth slightly, then raised his right hand and said loudly:
"In the fourth round, Yan Zheke won!"
"The final result, Song Da Wu Dao Club wins!"
Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that, if she couldn't win this set of "combo moves", she probably wouldn't be able to win today!
After being relieved, she was ecstatic. She turned around and waved her fist at the teammates who hadn't reacted yet:
Won!
There was silence all around.
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